Suck me

Fandom: Resident Evil
Pairing: Claire/Rebecca
Disclaimer: Resident Evil characters belong to CAPCOM.
Summary: PWP, because I don’t want this to be a plot driven story. Just for my pleasure and for two women getting it on. Have no idea about two girls getting it on nor have I read any Yuri fics, except the ones I’ve written, but those don’t count. Because they’re such sweet girls, this is not an abuse fic. At all.
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Rebecca sat at the piano, playing beautifully as ever; the fingers delicately moving over the ivory keys as nimble and quick.

Claire stood over her, watching her pretty friend jam out something she’s heard from a concerto, or from one of Chris’s CD collection. Claire’s taste in music was a little more hard core than her brother’s, but standing here, listening to the way Rebecca played, she was enthralled.

As Rebecca finished up her piece, she took a deep breath. Looking up at Claire, there was a bright smile across her animated face, bright eyes sparkling and small white teeth flashed. Claire bit her lip, her fingers behind her back, hooked together as she leaned her body back.

“Do you like it?” Rebecca had asked her; a sweet voice drifted to Claire’s ears.

“Like it? You’re awesome! How long have you been playing?”

Rebecca turned back to the white and black keys, her fingers glided softly over them, and Claire had the sudden strange vision of wanting those to slide over her skin. Shaking her head to clear it, the red head swallowed.

“Since I could remember….” Was the medic’s faint reply. “Well, let’s go and find something to eat, shall we?”

Rebecca stood up, closed the lid to the baby grand piano and urged Claire to follow her to the kitchen.

“I don’t have much, but maybe you would like something to drink and eat after your long drive over here.” She searched the cupboards for anything decent, finding to her satisfaction a box of chocolate chip cookies and crackers.

“Um,” Rebecca half smiled, “I’m not much of a cook, really…I hadn’t had time to go shopping…”

“Don’t worry about it. I could sure use something to drink though.” Claire smiled, reached up to her pony tail to touch the stray red strands that fell out during her motorcycle trip over.

“I’ve got some coffee,” Rebecca motioned her head over to the counter where a can of ground coffee beans lay, and a coffee maker. She also had a cappuccino machine, Claire noted.

“Nothing cold?”

Rebecca opened the small white fridge. Bending over a little to search for anything in there, she frowned. “Like I said, I didn’t really go shopping….I can get you some water from the faucet and there’s some ice cubes in the freezer.”

Claire shrugged her left shoulder, took the seat in front of her and pulled it backward to sit on the edge, her arms hugging the back. Her lean legs spreading out in front of her under the table, Claire rolled her neck a little to crack it; she felt the grease and grime of the ride up here and wished for a nice bath later.

“Coffee’s fine.”

The younger female gave her friend a smile. “I’ll go out shopping later so your stay here isn’t so bad.”

“You know, we could always grab something to eat like say, fast food?”

Claire and Rebecca looked at each other and both went, “Naaahh.” And laughed.

“I hate fast food.” The medic explained. “Except when I’m really really starving..” She rolled her eyes. Turning to the kitchen counter, she pulled open the curtains to allow some fresh air to breeze in; the faint orange rays of the dying sun already making its way to the west had prettily sneaked inside, hallowing the girl’s exposed skin and clothing. Turning on the faucet to fill the coffee boiler, Rebecca then filled the coffee machine and stuffed a brown filter for the grounds. After a few moments, the smell of fresh coffee started to fill the entire kitchen.

Rebecca then took a china plate from the cupboard and opened up the box, placing the chocolate chip cookies on them. As she set them on the table, Claire dipped her fingers at the sweet baked goods to eagerly consume them. She didn’t realize how hungry she was…..how long ago had she eaten? Just this morning she had half a muffin and half a glass of orange juice. Not exactly enough.

After the coffee was done, Rebecca poured them both two cups in a large mug and settled down across from her on the table. Since Miss Chambers wasn’t much of a stay at home girl, she didn’t pay much mind to her apartment, only buying things that she needed as practicality insisted. Claire’s place was a bit more of a mess, and quite more crowded with her need to collect things and need for the comfort of home touches.

“I also rented some movies if you would like to watch them tonight?” Rebecca said to her, her eyes over the rim of her coffee cup.

Claire lifted a pretty red brow, “Yeah? What films? Mind you, I’m not a romantic comedy kind of girl.”

Rebecca laughed. “No…um, but it’s not exactly, Escape from New York.”

“Oh, and why not?” Claire joked, her full lips stretched into a smile, showing off her pretty straight teeth. “I happen to like what’s-his-name with the huge muscles and nice abs.”

“Mmmm, I like older men.” Rebecca said with honesty, and her dark lashes lifted, not sure how Claire would take it. She was still so young and naïve in the affairs of how to act around other people she hardly knew. But she felt Claire was easier going…..and had gone through the same thing as her, seeing people die from terrible outbreaks…A shadow passed through her downcast eyes.

“So do I….but there’s a certain guy I sort of fell for.” Claire confessed; she figured if she was having some female quality time with another person who understood what she went through, why not?

“May I ask who?” Rebecca’s polite voice over her cup of coffee had asked; her innocent eyes were indeed sincere. And from there, Claire told her everything……the events that went on between her and Steve…and what happened.

It was more of a subject that usually ended up on a grim note.

Rebecca wanted to reach over to Claire’s hand and touch them, to tell her that everything would be alright…but she would only be lying to herself too wouldn’t she?

After awhile, Rebecca showed her to Claire’s room and Claire had dumped her large back pack on the bed. Looking around, she saw how clean and orderly the room was and was much pleased.

“I could use a bath!” Claire announced, already feeling so sticky and gross. She took off her bullet proof vest, wearing on a thin shirt with no bra on. Her nipples were hard and they stuck out prettily against the soft material.

“Sure,” Rebecca replied, her eyes straying over to Claire’s breasts and hurriedly took them away, “Just follow me to the bath. I can make a bath for you if you want.”

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To be continued. Just one more chapter….because I wanted to set it up.